Of a Feather

Fireflies try
And, so do I
To simply fly
And not ask why
Of the days we get stepped on
Of our glow from dusk to dawn
Should our days feel underground
Should the answers stay unfound

Fireflies know
And, so do I
Our wings and light
Will end the night

Dream Dreamer

Cascading stars

Not falling stars

Nor momentary shooting stars

Night fireflies

Not fly-by-nights

Nor echoes in the dead of night

Not half-attempts at anything

Nor abstract things

Just real things

Artist Credit: Tiger R.; at various ages

Windows Again

IMG_0437This morning
Quietly
Well before dawn’s shadowy light
It was decided that sunflowers would await my own eyes
And then I breathed
Fireflies flowed with truth they must bring
Tragic truth
Pieces of hearts strewn about
Little lives glowing with faith pick them tenderly
Up
Affix them
Together
It is daybreak soon and I run to the windows again

Fireflies’ Lives

In the tiniest of places
I know where to find
The silly at heart
So lovely, so kind

Throughout the day
The feeding of souls
In a lemon-yellow room
They do dine and reach goals

A breezy tree fort
Where they learn their true names
During made-up mysteries
While good fun stakes its claim

In a south-facing cove
At the end of the day
See them nurture the Earth
Helping love find its way